Have you answered online personality tests or health-related apps where you are asked to choose from several options for each question? Is it not frustrating sometimes to read through the list and realize that your answer is all of the above or worse… none of the above?
So my question for the day is.. which is better… to have many choices or to have no choice?
Most of my life, I enjoyed the blessing of one.. one mom, one dad, one sister, one boyfriend until he became my hubby.
I am the one and only daughter-in-law, the one and only sister-in-law, the only a-kim (the wife of your uncle, the only brother of your mother), and the only a-ee (the sister of your mother). For someone basically an introvert, this is good – life is simple.
From childhood through my teen years, I went to one school. I attended one church: United Evangelical Church of the Uec Phil. When I graduated from high school, I applied at only one university. Imagine if my application was not accepted…
All of the above seem to imply that I had no choice or that I was simply born into it – family, school and church. But as I grow older, life is not as simple. Everyday, I am confronted with choices… decisions to make, even as mundane or trivial as which route to take to go certain places. And I often wish I had less choices to choose from or if only God would just point to me the best option to take to ensure that I would not make the wrong choice.
The paradox of God-given freedom for man to choose is that man is given the wisdom as a rational being to discern what is right and what is wrong. But what is right and what is not has become relative in this world tainted by sin. There is also the issue of good or better, bad or worse.
So my conclusion to my rhetorical question is this: what about The One choice?
I choose to ask God for wisdom and discernment – that through the Holy Spirit I will be enabled to make the right choices that will be pleasing to Him – that will accomplish the purposes to which He calls me.
I remember when I was first diagnosed with cancer, my first thought in prayer was: Lord, if you think that my life on earth has served your purpose, then I am at peace with that.
So each day, each moment, as long as I remember that my life has a purpose, I have a choice to make to obey His command:
“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” (Luke 10:27)
That is The Choice – the blessing of One for me.